I came upon a fountain in a lonely, darkened wood Not a drop fell from its hearth, so long as there I stood I felt a shiver pass me through and fell unto the earth In my dream, I saw the forest in its fresh rebirth The trees were bright and noble fellows standing arm in arm And birds returned into their limbs, singing with their charm The sun, it shone among them all, and as I turned my head I noticed there, the fountain splash, when I had thought it dead Soon, I waked from that wistful dream to learn it all came true The wingéd creatures bounced and laughed; the trees retained their hue If you should wonder how this change did come into my view It was all because, my dear, my thoughts have turned to you

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